Heading north we decided to make a detour and attempt again to enter the South Rim Grand Canyon this time from the eastern entrance. We camped a few miles outside the entrance gate planning to get up and go on in the morning. But…the next morning, as we were sitting in the LWV eating breakfast, I looked out the window, and calmly said to Fred. “It’s snowing outside.”
Within minutes, the snow was falling heavily and blowing everywhere. As we were back on a dirt forest service road, we quickly finished our breakfast, shoved our gear here and there, and scurried down the mountain, again, away from the Grand Canyon.
Vermilion Cliffs here we come!
But first a few stops along the way.
Driving up 89, we took a little side trip into Tuba City. So glad we did this, as the drive was beautiful!! We gratefully filled up with gas while there.
Later, back on 89 again, we stopped at the Little Colorado River Gorge Navaho Tribal Park. Enjoyed these beautiful deep canyon views, and did a bit of impromptu shopping from the Navaho Artisan Booths selling custom arts, jewelry, pottery, and beadwork.
Came upon this…The Navaho Bridge.
The bridge on the left is the original bridge built in 1929. It is now closed to vehicle traffic and is open for pedestrians to walk across and peer down almost 500 feet below to the Colorado River .
As proof that we did indeed walk across even though the wind was blowing heartily, here is Fred and Pia.
No kidding…No jumping. We could hardly even look down!!!
We weren’t the only ones in the area. These majestic California Condors, once extinct in the wild, now thrive here on the ledges of the Vermilion Cliffs. They have been bred in captivity and released in remote areas not far from here. We saw at least six different birds while visiting, including one juvenile. (Obvious because the young birds have dark heads.)
Turning at the Navaho Bridge, we headed 6 miles up this scenic road to Lee’s Ferry…
Enjoyed these amazing cliffs…
Meandered among these tumbled down rocks…
And realized how small we are compared to Mother Nature. Yes… that’s our LWV there below the shadow of the rock.
A last breathtaking view…before winding up here…
At Paria Beach, where the amazing Paria River joins the mighty Colorado River. After a nice hike, and a bit of doggy play, we camped at Lee’s Ferry Campground, and were wooed to sleep once again by the ferocious songs of the crazy blowing winds.
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Snow! That’ll be Fred’s shorts back in the cupboard then 🙂